"Don't lie to me." Your choice!
"That is quite amusing, Citizen Mikos, considering your very outward persona is a lie." The words were stated quiet and simply, even in mechanical tones as the Mechari swept the tapered tip of a brush over the length of one pale eyelid. With her gaze closed, she could not level her hard stare at him, and she knew better than to disrupt his painting.
It was her face he was painting upon, after all.
Instead, the curl of her full lips expressed her displeasure. ”How dare you accuse me of—”
"And your indignation will do little to dissuade me from what my observations have taught me. It is a very common thing among Organics to disguise their hurt and their insecurities behind a mask of detachment, anger, and a haughty air. Many more years than you will ever be alive I have studied those like you, Citizen Mikos."
When the cool press of taloned fingers lifted and the line of steady sable across her lid dried, she snapped her eyes open to glare up at the white-eyed Mechari. ”There are none like me.”
Alloy brows lifted, and Asiux set the brush into the nearby glass of water. ”There are many like you, Citizen Mikos.” He held up his hand to signify her silence, studying the way her angular features sharpened in her offense. ”But that is not altogether a terrible thing.”
With supplies packed away, the Mechari stepped aside as if to allow her to pass by him.
"It makes one easier to disguise when the time is necessary." His gaze leveled on her briefly, pointedly before he straightened and gestured for her to leave.
With a swish of skirts and a glare veiling alarmed curiosity, Lishae strutted from the room with her chin high and shoulders back, pride as her armor.